Smoke coils tightly, binding my soul, Fading faces drift beyond control, I breathe illusions that twist and deceive, Yet these chains refuse to let me leave. Is this false heaven dressed as desire? Or a burning hell fueled by a quiet fire? The tighter I grasp, the further it slips, Bound to a void I cannot eclipse. Hands reach forward, but the dark pulls me in, The light retreats, my battles never win, Each step falters, breath heavy with despair, A prisoner of dreams in the weightless air. Soft whispers linger, haunting my mind, Promises hollow, sweet but unkind, I push through walls that seem paper-thin, Yet they fold inward, trapping me again. Is this false heaven dressed as desire? Or a burning hell fueled by a quiet fire? The tighter I grasp, the further it slips, Bound to a void I cannot eclipse. Hands reach forward, but the dark pulls me in, The light retreats, my battles never win, Each step falters, breath heavy with despair, A prisoner of dreams in the weightless air. Soft whispers linger, haunting my mind, Promises hollow, sweet but unkind, I push through walls that seem paper-thin, Yet they fold inward, trapping me again. Hands reach forward, but the dark pulls me in, The light retreats, my battles never win, Each step falters, breath heavy with despair, A prisoner of dreams in the weightless air.